I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 16 Dad, you are on fire! (Successful signing, please collect for recommendation ticket)

Helen's bedroom is on the top floor, connected to a glass conservatory on the side. There is also a huge glass on the ceiling. Lying on the bed, you can see the crescent moon and stars in the sky.

Backed by the vast forest of Central Park, the whistle and bustle of the neighborhood is barely audible.

At this moment, the two women lay side by side on the pillow, turned off the lights, and stared at the stars in the sky with big eyes.

"toot toot"

Harry turned off the phone and sighed: "It's still off, and no one answers the phone at home. It seems that I have to go back tomorrow. I hope I don't see Andy's dead body on the living room floor."

"No, today is only Friday, and there are still a few days until next Monday." Helen comforted.

Then she asked again: "You send him a text message and tell him that whether or not Bank of America chooses you to make big money, at least it is willing to give you a loan."

After seeing Harley kicking several big men in the FBI, Will, the man with glasses, has almost become her fan.

It is a pity that he is not the CEO, but he also promised that he will try his best to persuade other sensible people in the next few days.

If accurate information cannot be given by the weekend, he will also personally bail Harley to get a loan from the National Bank to solve all her problems.

Therefore, the problem of usury is basically solved.

Early the next Saturday morning, the female agent Jessica called and told Harley good news: her "Red Manhattan of a certain science" is expected to be the cover theme of "New World", next Monday, the people of the world You can see the first and female works of "genius female writers" in major books and periodicals.

""New World" is one of the most influential science fiction magazines in the United States, Harley, you are going to be popular!" Helen was even more excited than Harley.

Harry wasn't too happy.

First of all, the new author, the total payment is only four thousand dollars; secondly, father Andy still didn't call her.

"I have to go back." In the afternoon, she finally couldn't help it. She rode her second-hand Giant and galloped towards Queens.

She refused to accompany Helen, but also made an agreement with her: every hour, Harley had to call to report her safety. If Helen did not receive a call after half an hour, she would immediately call 911.

When she got home, Harry put her little nose to the crack of the door and took a few breaths.

"Well, there is no bloody smell, no corpse odor."

Then she opened the door with the key.

"Harry, you're back." Andy was sitting at the dining table with a chicken coop head and pajamas. Breakfast?

Soak cornflakes in cold milk.

"What are you doing, where have you been these days?" Harry asked.

"Money, of course! I've paid off Nikola's money, and you can move back."

Andy was no longer nervous and irritable, but Harry looked at it carefully, but saw a sullen look in his eyes.

"What did you do?" Harry swallowed.

"Did what to do." Andy was vague, obviously not wanting to talk to her in detail.

"you--"

Harry wanted to ask if you did something illegal.

But before the words were spoken, she knew that she was talking nonsense.

Not to mention other normal methods, even if Andy is willing to sell farts and stocks, he can't raise 30 yuan in such a short period of time.

Harry took a deep breath and said, "Where's your phone? Did you see the text I sent you?"

"Mobile phone?" Andy glanced left and right with his eyes, and suddenly said: "I forgot to get my mobile phone back."

"Want? Who wants it, and why would you give the phone to someone else?" Harry sighed, almost certain that his father had done something bad.

Or group crime.

Isn't this kind of bridge scene not often seen in movies?

She knew that Andy often went to speakeasy for fun because he liked to gamble.

He has been with all kinds of three religions and nine ranks for a long time, and he is fully capable of finding teammates who agree with each other.

"Don't worry about my business!" Andy waved his hand irritably. "And you have to understand that this is Gotham, and we have to adapt to Gotham's rules of survival!"

"Fake!" Harry hugged his head and slumped onto the ripped sofa, "You bastard, I've said it before, I'm applying for big money! Even if I fail, I can borrow it from my classmates, why don't you listen? ??!!"

"I am you dad! This is my home, you should listen to me." Andy gritted his teeth.

"Listen to how wasteful you are? As long as you have the advantage of being 'honest and obedient', our family will not come to this stage."

Harry clenched his small fists tightly, and there was an uncontrollable urge in his heart - to punch this bastard!

"Get up, stand up!" she shouted to Andy, "Let's go to the police station, confess to leniency, and strive for a reduced sentence!"

Andy opened it and pulled his arm over, with a strange expression: "You have something wrong with your brain, what's the difference between the police and Heibang?
Those guys get double pay every month, one from the city, one from the government, one from Falcone, or Maroney. "

Batman is still getting pimples, the super criminals are not on the scene, and Gotham is still under the rule of the old-school black state gangsters.

Old-fashioned black states, rules and traditions, rule the underground kingdom in the form of a family, pursuing stable and sustainable interests, such as Corleone in "The Godfather".

The future Batman group, without rules and traditions, leads a small group made up with a strong personal style, does not care about interests, only pursues Batman's love, such as the Joker, Scarecrow and other Arkham regulars .

Carmel Falcone is the old godfather of Gotham, and Maroney is his challenger.

Roughly speaking, Gotham is divided into two parts, the Falcone family accounts for [-]%, the Maroni family accounts for [-]%, and the remaining [-]% is divided among countless small gangs.

Andy's face was a little crazy, and he vented like a loud sarcasm: "If I go to the police station now, I will be killed tonight.

That group of police officers who have never had an honor, their hearts are darker than Heibang.

As long as you give him three hundred dollars, he is willing to kill a suspect with no background.

Fear of sin and suicide, how simple.

Can't my 'good friends' even come up with $[-]?
And I'm just starting, one day in the future, you or your sloppy mother will be knocked unconscious and kidnapped while walking at night. When you wake up the next day, you will find yourself lying naked and naked among the men. "

"Is this what you want? If so, let's go to the police station!"

Andy's expression was grim and his voice was like thunder.

For a time, Harry was actually suppressed by his madness.

After a while, she said coldly, "If you don't do stinky shit, the flies won't stare at you."

"I'm the stinky shit, you're the stinky shit's daughter, little stinky shit!"

The father and daughter had a big fight, and Harley was in a bad mood and didn't go home for a few days.

Soon, a new week begins.

Harry's bike follows Helen's Honda to Gotham High School.

This time, neither the three daughters of the queen group nor the smile queen in the turmoil of the ban, failed to become the focus of the students.

"Who of you has been to Wayne Manor, how is Bruce now?"

"Harry, you have the best relationship with Bruce, have you visited him?"

"I'll bet ten dollars that Bruce won't come to class today."

"It's crazy. Those bastards in Gotham have taken medicine. Even the Wayne and his wife dare to kill them."

"I'm more curious why they don't have bodyguards."

"Gotham is going to change."

Harry really called and went to Wayne Manor, and the housekeeper A Fu answered.

He told her that the young master just wanted to be alone in the past few days.

"Halle, has Andy's loan shark been paid off?" Chest tyrant Dottie leaned over and asked with a smile.

"I'm the second generation of big money now." Harry said lightly.

"What?" Dottie was at a loss.

"Ah, Harry, you selected? I heard that you also knocked down a few FBI in the Rockefeller Building. It's so cool." "Brother Gua" Waylen said excitedly.

Then, he spoke very fast, and told the other students about the "big money" and what happened a few days ago.

"Hey, if there is no news about Wayne and his wife, Mr. Shadow's arrest and Harley becoming a big money will become the headlines of Gotham, at least in our school." Wayne regretted.

"More than that! Look at this."

A small black man held up a copy of New World magazine and sold it to those around him with admiration on his face.

"Harry, why don't you come to our science fiction club? We don't have any girls yet." The little black stared at Harry.

"We'll talk about it later, go to class first."

Harry had just closed the locker door when suddenly there was a low noise from the door.

"It was them, the gcpd (Gotham Police), who 'rescued' our school in the last anti-terrorism exercise."

"Looks like what Gordon is called?"

"Sergeant Gordon, what are you doing in high school?"

Gradually, the crowd parted to the two sides, revealing two police detectives in suits and leather shoes, a middle-aged man in his 30s with a cropped cut, and a greasy man in his 40s with a long middle part.

Under the puzzled eyes of everyone, they walked straight to Harry and took out their police cards.

Detective Cuntou said solemnly: "GCPD, Jim Gordon from the serious crime team, you are classmate Harley Quinn, right?"

"I am." Harry's heart was pounding.

The only intersection between himself and the police is Andy.

Sure enough, Inch Gordon said solemnly: "We suspect that your father Andy Quinn is related to the shooting of the Wayne couple."

"What?" the students shouted.

"My dad really did such an awesome thing?" Harry opened his mouth slightly, and the sense of absurdity in his heart far outweighed the shock.

　ps: Edward Nigma is the Riddler.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)